81st Floor

If you think having sex on Earth is good
Imagine having sex in Heaven
On cloud 9 times 9
Open them pearly doors to the Kingdom Suite
Sex on the 81st floor.

Lips connect
Chest against breast
But no blood, no flesh
Two become one
Spirits mesh

If you ever gave me all of you while making love
You’d send my spirit soaring, bursting through the clouds
Riding high on cloud 9 to the second power
For a thousand hours
I’m giving new meaning to the term
Spread your wings.
Have you hitting chords
as if a harp were in your voice box as you sing.
Enter your space, that transcends space,
and time is of no essence in this infinite love session.
You’d receive an orgasmic experience,
surpassing human intelligence.
You couldn’t fathom the reality of sex on cloud 9 times 9
to the second power of the 81st floor,
that’s 1,687 more.

I always said I’m looking for perfection.
Well you’re the perfect woman.
You’re my angel baby, my lady angel.
We’re a match in the making is an understatement
Truth be told
We’re a match made in Heaven.